I’m officially convinced it’s possible to find anything you are looking within the city limits of New York. Think of the most outlandish noun you can and I guarantee that somewhere in this metropolis, it exists. A park on an abandoned elevated railway? Check. A thrift store that donates all its profits to a human society? Check. A restaurant that sells thirty flavors of ketchup? Check. You want it, we got it.
This phenomenon became especially clear to me as I was walking through my neighborhood the other day. I felt like I was on an unintentional scavenger hunt as I took a short stroll along the East River. The few lengthy blocks embodied a world of their own. What did I see? Among the more interesting observations: 7 beagles, a woman sleeping in the weeds beside the river, a group of family and friends all dolled up for a quinceañera photo shoot, black girls wearing hijabs, so many ice cream cones dipped in sprinkles, a 9/11 memorial, lovers, jet skiers, families, friends…
Maybe I’m still fresh, but this city’s diversity has not yet ceased to amaze me. Every minute and every block is so full of life that it becomes inspiring to own up to your own fullness. For example, I had to ask myself why I have not yet adopted two beagles and walk along the East River while simultaneously eating a rainbow sprinkle-covered ice cream cone. I need to get on that.
So when I decided to make pizza the other night, I didn’t want to make just any pizza. I wanted an amped up, full-flavored pizza that tasted as alive as New York City is at midnight. My first choice would have been to eat a nice slice of The Best Darn Pizza You Will Ever Eat*, but because I didn’t have my mom around to make it for me, this was born. I’m not complaining.
Makes 2-4 servings
Adapted from Kristin in Her Kitchen